The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 271 Fanaticism
A dead silence.

Constantine and Harry Potter smiled at each other and walked forward.

Their will runs through the magic net, and the surrounding people are inspired by the secret synaesthesia, and they all take a step forward.

It is difficult to describe this scene in words. Millions of London residents, because of their different physical conditions, have different timings and strengths for raising their legs, stepping, and stomping their feet.

brush pull,

The inconsistent but unexpectedly harmonious and orderly footsteps are connected together, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

Men, women, old people, children, Scots, English, Irish, Anglo-Saxons, Celtic, religious, atheist.
All the benchmarks or standards used to divide the crowd have lost their meaning at this moment, and these people wearing uniforms have become a whole.

Sir Humphrey Applebill watched this scene through the screen. He could only feel the cold sweat on his back, and the sticky touch of the cloth against his skin, which made him, who has always been noble and elegant, almost go crazy.

He couldn't help murmuring, calling out this black humorous name in the blood clan's mouth, "God!"

In Trafalgar Square, the people seemed a little confused.

They looked at those half-melted blood slave officers, vaguely aware of the power they possessed, but they didn't know where this power came from, and they didn't know how to deal with this situation.

They need a leader.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times;"

Constantine walked out from the crowd and said loudly: "This is an age of wisdom, this is an age of foolishness; this is a season of light, this is a season of darkness."

There was some commotion in the shadows of the crowd, and everyone knew that this was what Charles Dickens, a British realist writer in the nineteenth century, said in the opening chapter of A Tale of Two Cities.

"This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of despair;"

"There is everything in front of people, but there is nothing in front of people;"

"People are on the way to heaven, and people are going to the gates of hell."

Constantine walked to the center of the square, faced the bewildered ordinary soldiers, and the British people in all directions, and said solemnly: "This is our country, our British Empire."

Harry Potter also came out, and he let out a foul breath, the warm breath was like a long white dragon in the cold air.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Constantine, he said calmly: "Our British Empire has come from the glory of history and walked predictably and irreversibly towards the afterglow of the sunset.

This island country in the North Sea has finally ushered in a period of decline, and has been implicated by the decadent and declining development speed. Various social contradictions and malpractices can no longer be suppressed, and they are finally exposed.

The high-welfare society has produced decadence and depravity; hope can't see the top, despair can't see the bottom; there are so many different values ​​that you can open a museum; shocking news emerges endlessly, making people wonder if they are in a magic country
Abundant social welfare has paralyzed our clear minds, shrunk our strong bodies, and made us sink further into the perfect lies woven by bureaucrats and politicians.

The mainstream values ​​have been poisoned by the white leftist trend, the face-up to history has evolved into a bottomless capitulationism, the moral attitude that values ​​emotion is higher than the truth, and plays with identity politics and group identity.

Please don't deny, my fellow citizens, before those Middle Eastern refugees poured into London and caused trouble, some of you welcomed the refugees with open arms and "love without bounds". "

Harry Potter's eyes swept over, and many people lowered their heads.

"In our UK, you can hear the empty propaganda slogans from Downing Street, he drives us with patriotic education and sense of responsibility, telling us that we should fight for the rise of the British Empire from childhood, as if we are the masters of the British Empire .”

"However, this is not the case. We are not the masters, not even the masters of our own destiny."

"We are just livestock, slaves, and food."

"The so-called quality education and happy education have fattened us up, made us have an unprecedented lack of understanding of war, sneered at the great spirits of bloodshed, sacrifice, hard work, struggle, and dedication, and even discredited the sages and martyrs and vilified national heroes. Falsify and fabricate history, "

"Enjoying the excellent material conditions in a high-welfare society, intoxicated by the spiritual opium produced by capitalism, carefree and full of food all day long,"

Harry Potter paused, and continued: "Only at the rarest of times, the insightful people among the crowd, such as me, can lift their heads from the swamp of lies and see through the truth of all this."

"The people of the island country in East Asia thousands of miles away, Rimaru, were also raised to become fat pigs. They were shocked by the terrible reality, confused and confused for their own destiny, and even surrendered to the dark future. Gandhi used non-violent non-cooperation methods to become a nerd and otaku out of society, which is commonly known as 'Heisei waste'."

"No matter how the media mouthpieces of Nichimaru will jump out, saying something like 'You are poor because you don't work hard', 'The Nichimaru Empire needs bloody men to build together', beat the people with whips again and again, trying to keep the people in the Mercedes-Benz on this road with no future in sight."

"Nichimaru is sad. Greedy capitalists try every means to dig out the foundation of the country, creating high housing prices, medical care, and education costs, trying to squeeze out the last drop of value from the people and reap the last vestiges of benefits."

"Pursuing benevolence, the greedy capitalists and the arrogant bureaucrats who are divorced from the masses have successfully destroyed the hope of Nichimaru. The defeated Heisei generation will pave the way for the decline and even demise of Nichimaru. It is foreseeable that in the future In the not-too-distant future, Hichimaru's future will be lifeless and lifeless."

"Then, what will happen to our compatriots in the British Empire, who are facing the same situation as Nichimaru?"

Harry Potter glanced around and handed Constantine the right to speak.

"We who have recognized the social reality are equally insensitive, and we are also trying to separate ourselves from society, like larvae that have formed a cocoon, isolating all the troubles and ridicules of the outside world."

"However, the strange thing is that in recent years, those media have not stopped our decadence."

"They didn't try to spur or urge us to continue to invest in intense production work. At most, they just made a few comments without pain, and made casual remarks in a certain night talk show to show their sense of existence."

Constantine frowned deeply, and he secretly cast magic to spread his voice to every corner of the square and even London.

"Is this normal? The meat eaters on the temple can see the decadence of the British people. Homosexuality, white leftism, historical nihilism, capitulationism, these ideological poisons labeled 'human rights equality' are eroding our brains, It erodes the very foundation of this country."

"Can't the bureaucrats in the Houses of Parliament of the British Empire see it? Can't they see the London news media who claim to expose the ugly reality? If this continues, the British Empire will collapse irreversibly."

"No, they see it, they know it."

Constantine took a deep breath, and the bleak night wind and sweet blood rushed into his lungs, "This is their conspiracy."

He pointed at the half-melted blood slave officers like candles, and said calmly, "Why don't these blood races dare to expose their existence?"

"Because they are afraid."

"They clearly know that the blood race has a long lifespan, a handsome face, wisdom and talents beyond most mortals, and extraordinary power to make mortals surrender,"

"But at the same time, the vampires are vulnerable."

"In front of the people, the blood clan is like a paper tiger that can be pierced at a glance. It looks powerful, but it is actually weak. They can only avoid being exposed by using the careful protection and flexible use of politicians to hide their own existence."

"Once the masses of the people wake up and discover the majestic power they possess, the blood race can only flee and fall into the ocean of people's war."

"The vampires are unwilling to lose their superior authority, the joy of extravagance, and the power to do whatever they want, so there is only one way before them: to fool and manipulate the people, to guide the people to remain stupid, If necessary, even disobedient people can be wiped out.”

"The necessary situation refers to the present."

Constantine said quietly: "The blood race is gradually dissatisfied with the people. They want to completely replace tens of millions of people in London and even the UK. In order to achieve this goal, they can let the white leftist trend poison the young people, and they can let the British Empire The country's fertility rate is declining year by year, and it can even allow the bright colors of refugees from the Middle East to permeate every corner of the UK like ink drops in clear water."

"The blood race wants to vacate cages to change birds, change races, sweep everything of the Anglo-Saxons into the dust of history, and completely eradicate what we cherish, admire, and miss."

"What the blood race wants is to destroy us fundamentally."

Harry Potter took a step forward, and said loudly: "The only thing we can do is counterattack. Resolute, tenacious, counterattack without leaving any retreat.

This is not a trend of nationalism, but a confrontation between two races and two classes.Unable to mediate, unable to mediate, only one party can survive the other's corpse and become the king of the new world. "

Constantine hammered his chest with his fist and roared, "Tell me, my fellow citizens, are you willing to be fished by blood clans to death?"

There was no answer, and after an uneasy moment of silence, there was a murmur of "unwillingness" from the crowd.

"Tell me, fellow citizens, are you willing to continue being fooled and manipulated?"

"I don't want to" sounded a little louder.

"Tell me, compatriots, are you willing to return to a world woven entirely of lies, and continue to live insensitively, blindly and ignorantly?"

"I don't want to." Hundreds of people have already started to respond.

"Tell me! My fellow citizens! Are you willing to choose to be cowards for the rest of your life on the night of November 11th?"

"I don't want to!" Thousands of people answered this question, shouting like a tsunami.

"Tell me! Compatriots! Do you want your children, your descendants, to be treated as livestock and food by the blood clan forever?!"

"I don't want to!!!" The roars became one, and the whole city trembled.

"it is good!"

A smirk flashed across Constantine's face, he stretched out his arms, harnessed the ether, and lifted up the blood slaves on the ground.

It has to be said that the exuberant vitality of the blood slave is really terrifying, even if half of the body is completely melted, there are still blood slaves surviving.

Constantine flipped his arms and fingers, and hung the blood slaves one by one on the street lamp under the eyes of everyone in Trafalgar Square.

The necks of countless blood slaves were pierced by iron street lamps, and their dying bodies swayed in the wind, like yellow leaves in the autumn wind.

Blood continued to slide down the street lamp, tick, tick, tick.

"it is good!"

The voices of the people suddenly sounded, and countless people were coerced and roared.

Their hearts are beating wildly, and the elegance whitewashed by civilization is vulnerable in the face of barbaric nature.

The enthusiasm for violent revolution is spreading.

Constantine snapped his fingers, and a light spot flew out from his fingertips, flying into the sky, illuminating the night sky like fireworks.

The mottled light spots split and spread out in the air, suspended like fine sand, slowly moving their positions, and gradually pieced together complicated patterns.

The people below looked up, and soon someone recognized what the pattern wanted to express.

"This is... a map of Greater London!"

Greater London is a first-level administrative division under England and a metropolitan area composed of the capital London and its surrounding satellite towns.

City of London, City of Westminster, Kensington-Chelsea district, Hammersmith-Fulham district. Every district, every street, every building is detailed on the wide map.

The people stared dumbfounded at the special effects blockbuster-like scene, but saw thousands of red dots appearing on the light texture map.

Those red dots are scattered all over Greater London. If you look carefully, you can see that most of the red dots appear on the top floors of mansions, villas, and luxury hotels.

"These are the addresses of the blood race."

Constantine smiled and said, "Now, let's hunt them down."

The crowd started to move, moving in the direction of the blood race.

London's eight million residents joined the hunt tonight.

(End of this chapter)